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The tower felt safe. It always had.
Growing up with Tony Stark as your father came with its own kind of chaos—robots flying around, Avengers training down the hall, the occasional alien invasion—but within the walls of Stark Tower, you never doubted your safety. F.R.I.D.A.Y. monitored every entrance. Armed guards stood watch. Facial recognition, retinal scans, heat sensors, drones—your dad made sure nothing and no one could get to you.
Except… someone did.
And they knew exactly what they were doing.
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You’d just gotten back from lunch. School had ended early, and you decided to swing by your dad’s floor to surprise him. You had no idea he was locked in a high-level boardroom meeting downstairs. You didn’t even get a chance to ask FRIDAY where he was. The elevator ride to the living quarters was quiet, like normal.
But something felt off the moment the doors slid open.
Too quiet.
“FRIDAY?” you called, stepping into the hallway. “Can you tell Dad I’m here?”
No answer.
You frowned. F.R.I.D.A.Y. never ignored you. Ever.
You turned back toward the elevator—but it was already closing. You ran to it, slammed your hand against the panel.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.—hey, can you open the doors? What’s going on?”
Still no answer.
Then the lights flickered.
And that’s when you heard the soft hiss of gas being released from the vents.
Panic hit you like a punch to the gut. You stumbled backward, trying to hold your breath. The hall blurred. You ran, eyes stinging, heart hammering, the edges of your vision dimming with every step.
Someone was waiting in the kitchen.
A tall man in black gear and a mask. Hydra insignia on his shoulder.
You turned to flee, but more were behind you. They swarmed fast, coordinated—like they knew the layout. Like they knew you’d be here.
Your fists flailed against them. You screamed. Bit. Clawed. But your muscles were slowing down, your mind fuzzy, your lungs burning.
One of them pressed something cold and sharp against your neck. You felt a sting.
A tranquilizer.
You hit the floor.
The last thing you heard was a voice in your ear.
“She’s secure. Begin extraction. Stark’s blind.”
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Floor 81 – Stark Tower – 20 Minutes Later
“Great pitch, gentlemen. I’ll have Pepper send over revisions,”
Tony said with a forced smile, already itching to get out of the conference room.
The moment the doors closed behind him, he called out,
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., patch me into—”
Silence.
He frowned.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”
Nothing.
He tapped the tablet under his arm. No connection. No power.
He froze.
“…No.”
He sprinted to the elevator. Smashed the override. Made it to your floor in record time.
It was empty.
No sign of struggle.
Just one thing- your phone, laying on the ground. Shattered.
Tony picked it up with shaking hands. “F.R..ID.A.Y.,” he barked. “Reboot. Run diagnostics. Where is she?!”
Still nothing.
It was like the tower had gone deaf.
His stomach dropped.
You were gone.